I’ve just arrived home from a 3 day stint in hospital, where everything I did I had someone up my ass… literally. You can now add colitis to my chart. At least it gives me something in common with the girl in the song Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Unfortunately, it means I’ve had my first full colonoscopy. Let’s just say that I’m not a fan.
And…
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE ROLLING STONES are playing in Vancouver likely on the day after my death,but will I get tickets? Or die trying?
Place your bets now.